Looking glass by Carlo Bruno Jr.

Wellcome back
The house was empty
No guitar. No painting.

Frozen and lonely days
without you

'til the next time
I know, I'll do

Here comes the time
to break again
Your looking glass

I wonder why you love my obsession
It´s not funny, just demential

Help me telling me an explanation
Or put again that hammer right on my hand

Here comes the time....